Rose. Oh God, Rose. How she is missed. My two hearts beat for her over.
Why? Just, why? Everyone I have ever cared for has gone, and now the one I loved the most has gone.
Her soft voice still whispers in my ears. The image of blonde hair, hoodie and Jeans, still hovers in front of me.
I cannot bear the pain but I must carry on, the Universe's need me.
Short and Sweet as I said. or rather Short and Painful. But still. R&R x